"Get behind me," Margaret puts a protective arm in front of the children, then bends down whispers to them. "I need you to be courageous for me, okay?" "But I'm scared," the little girl whimpers. "I know, sweetie. But having courage is being able to be brave when you're scared. She turns to the little boy. "If, when, I tell you to, I need you to take your sister and run. Run as fast and as far as you can." "But-" "No buts. Book-worm and I can handle ourselves, okay? And you too, you'll make it out there, I know it. Stay safe and protect each other." "Can we say something?" the little boy speaks up. "Of course," Margaret nods. "I-we don't know you very well, but your children are very lucky." "Thank you," Margaret whispers, her cheeks heating and tears in her eyes. Wiping them away, she straightens. "My name is Margaret Fay, and this is Book-worm. Please, we don't want any trouble, but I found these children and I was going to feed them and warm them up until we find family, or someone else suitable to look after them. My other colleagues are looking for other survivors as we speak, so we may help them in any way we can." Margaret tells the knight, her voice soft but clear.

"Their parents?" He sorrowfully shakes his head. "They're....." He looks at the children, then looks back at Margret. Then he slowly points at the graveyard. "You care for the well being of others. Then you are not one of them." He sheathes his sword. "There are no other survivors. I've been here for weeks, looking after those two. Why do you think I kept the beacon lit?" He points at the glowing tower.

Margaret's face slackens, her mouth dropping slightly. She looks absolutely horrified, then swallows, regaining her composure. She hugs both of them, their tears and mucus soaking her dress. "Then what's taking the others so long?" she asks Book-worm. "And thank you, sir," Margaret thanks the knight.

He bows. "Think nothing of it, Margart. Just doing my job. Sorry for threatening you, but all I've seen for the past few weeks are sorrow and living death."

Margaret nods then glances at the children. "I understand," she tells the knight, then leads the children away by the hands. She sits on the ground, with the little girl in her lap and the little boy crying on her shoulder. "Shhh, children. It's alright. You're parents didn't leave you, they're right here," she gently points a finger at their hearts.

Book-worm had just barely noticed something as Maragaret had focused on the children. It was some manner of beast stalking about in the shadows as well. They did not want to really take the chances and sent a ball of pale light in its general direction, across from them striking the thing with radiant light and revealing it.

The beast took the appearance similar to that of a man barely covered in scraps of clothing that appeared to be gathered in patches of various victims. Yet it was somewhat taller and its skin was the hue of stone. Their long slender fingers were claws drenched in dry blood. This particular monster was hit by the ball of light but still leapt toward Maragaret to sink its claws into her. Its abdomen having a large scorch mark as it leapt toward her.

One of these creatures had leapt out of the shadows heading straight for the dragon knight with a flaming sword. Its teeth were incredible sharp an accurate as aimed to bite down into the knight's shoulder, able to pierce metals but much greater at the painful wrenching flesh from the body as if the combination of their teeth was like two swords being driven down into were it hit or would hit.

There were multiple other beasts like the one before were hidden in the darkness, and carefully clinging to the walls of the remaining city as they crept closer toward the group. Their carefulness and stealth of keeping close to the walls and behind objects would likely obscure them from being seen at all, there was six of the beasts. The sixth was beyond hidden, it seemed as if the entirety of their presence was erased as they got closer.

Arieus might be able to notice that something else unholy approaching way from a small distance was approaching as well. It was not quite invisible, though it seemed the very fabric of this darkness wrapped around it like a cloak making it hard to see or discern as anything sort of invisibility during the night to regular eyes, and those who could see through supernatural means would likely only notice the surface resembling a large dark orb rapidly heading their way. There was no way of telling what was in this moving orb of darkness.

A platoon of dozens of undead was headed straight toward the destroyed town. A loud battle cry could be heard from the other side of its city limits, as a two headed giant as big as Vagmir was approaching in the night. All of which disappear into nothingness a moment later, entirely into the shadows. The orb darkness disappearing as well, along with the manner of beasts that had attacked. One of them dragged Book-worm into the darkness, never to be seen again.

The dragon knight screams in denomic, and the nearest monsters burst into flame. "Begone, creatures of darkness!" He looks at the rest of them. "Run!" He runs toward the monsters, glowing sword extended. Vadmair roars, and heads out from the city to draw the other giant away. The black orb floats over the town, and amused laughter is heard from the orb.

Margaret swiftly gets to her feet, drawing out her needles and covering the children to the best of her ability. She shifts into Ariues.

As everything happens, Ariues looks around. "I will admit, this is much worse than I expected. But, we have to power through." He says, determined to save as many people as possible.

"Everyone's dead, Ariues. The only ones left are these children," Margaret informs him solemnly, defending the children from the Undead.

"I know... But we must keep going. It will only get worse from here." He says, turning towards the Carriage.

Margaret nods, slicing and piercing the Undead. "Go, Ariues. I'll hold them off as long as I can. Take the children. It's alright, young ones. Ariues is another friend. He's very nice and he'll take good care of you. Don't worry about me, go with him."

Glowing red eyes light up from the black cloud.

"That doesn't look good."

The undead freeze upon appearance of the eyes, and their eyes glow the same eerie red.

"That definitely doesn't look good," Margaret shifts into her natural form, brandishing her needles.

They turn to the cloud, and shuffle away from it, leaving a clear path through them for the eyes.

"It seems to be some kind of leader," Margaret quietly notes to herself.